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Albeit flawed,

Poetry

I was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?

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thirty-six

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by axxwinterbourne

by axxwinterbourne

I see you

in every corner

I look at—

sometimes

surreal and

breathtaking,

at times haunting

and nightmarish—

the thought of

never being

yours is fueling

enough dread,

that you are

just a vision,

marked with

uncertainty

and brandished

with hopelessness